Luo Qian's words made Ning Xiaotong burst into laughter.
Luo Qian couldn't help but sigh, "Xiao Tong, this is the first time I've seen you smile so heartily in recent times."
Yes, now that I have made a decision, I feel much better.
However, my mother still has trouble getting over it.
"Is it that exaggerated? I remember laughing a lot."
"Please, your laughter is even uglier than crying." Luo Qian said without mercy.
Ning Xiaotong was helpless, "You can rest assured now."
Luo Qian nodded, stood up, and helped Ning Xiaotong up. The weather was getting cooler and it was not easy to sit on the ground for too long, especially for pregnant women.
Luo Qian hugged Ning Xiaotong and said, "Remember, when the baby is born in the future, you have to show me his or her photo."
"Okay." Ning Xiaotong hugged Luo Qian back and said with a smile.
…
In the hospital, Han Shaoqi stood in a daze in the ward where Xiaotong once lived, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.
The ward was empty, and the quilts were neatly folded, showing no signs of use.
If Han Shaoqi hadn't been here before and knew that Ning Xiaotong had lived here, he would have thought that no one had ever lived here.
Walk cleanly and leave no trace.
In fact, he didn't even leave any news to himself.
He stared blankly at the bed. The snow-white sheets and pure color seemed dazzling at the moment.
They say they regard themselves as friends, but what does it mean to say goodbye without saying goodbye?
Just because you said some angry words last time, did you leave without saying goodbye?
Lying on the bed where Ning Xiaotong once lay, her scent still lingered on the bed, quiet and fragrant.
Closing his eyes, Han Shaoqi couldn't help but regret and blame himself.
Why, why every time I wait to figure it out, it's a step too late.
Last time, he lost to Huangfu Lin, but this time, he lost to time.
Grandpa woke himself up, and regardless of his physical weakness and Mother Han's reluctance, he rushed here without stopping, and what he saw was this scene.
The building is empty.
The empty house, alone with me, seemed particularly lonely and lonely.
Warm sunlight shines through the window into the bed, but it cannot warm Han Shaoqi's heart.
He raised his hands to cover his eyes and pushed the tears back into his eyes.
Xiaotong, no matter where you go, I will definitely find you.
…
The luxurious club, with its feasting and feasting, stands resolutely in the most prosperous stage of City A. A large gilded character, "Drunken" stands in the sky, surpassing the surrounding floors.
On the top floor of the "Drunk" building, the CEO's office, next to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, is Huangfu Lin's desk and chair.
At this moment, Huangfu Lin stood by his desk, looking at the abortion book in his hand and the neatly written words on it. His heart couldn't stop twitching. At the same time, there was a trace of bloodlust in his eyes.
He held the thin paper tightly in his hands, wanting to tear it into pieces.
The words Ning Xiaotong suddenly appeared in the patient's consent column.
Those three words cut my heart and made it drip with blood.
She really agreed and aborted the child.
There was an earth-shattering sound, and a corner of the table made of solid mahogany fell off.
The piece of paper also fell lightly to the ground.
Huangfu Lin closed his eyes and clenched his hands tightly at his sides, with veins popping out as he suppressed the anger in his heart.
A ray of cool early autumn wind blew across Huangfu Lin's delicate face.